Hey, Sphinx, I don't look suspicious, do I, man?

Mirror Man

Raymond Calitri: [over the phone] Time's up Atley. Bring me the kid and we'll settle this.
Atley Jackson: Which kid is that?
Raymond Calitri: Oh, The Cincinnati Kid, Billy the Kid. Which kid do you think I mean?
Atley Jackson: I think you mean Kip Raines.
Raymond Calitri: That's the kid.
Atley Jackson: You know what? That little son of a bitch evaded me.
Raymond Calitri: Find him, Atley.
Atley Jackson: What if I can't?
Raymond Calitri: Then big brother takes the fall for the slipup. One Raines is as good as another. It never Raines but it pours. [hangs up]
Atley Jackson: Dammit! Well, I guess you can thank your big brother. He just took your place under the guillotine.

Principal SS Officer: You have the diary in your pocket.
Professor Henry Jones: You dolt. You think my son would be that stupid; he would bring my diary all the way back here?

Memphis: Without disappointment you cannot appreciate victory.
Det. Roland Castlebeck: Did Eleanor tell you that?

Simon: Where are my pigeons now?
Inspector Cobb: Pigeons?
Simon: I had two pigeons, bright and gay, fly for me the other day. Why is it they did go? You cannot tell, you do not know.
Inspector Cobb: You mean McClane?
Simon: No, I mean Santa Claus.

Mirror Man: Ya' boy got skills, right?
Donny: Yeah you do. You look like a little ghetto smurf.

Memphis: For the next 24 hours, all your decision-making privileges have been removed. You got it?
Mirror Man: It's cool, man.
Memphis: Obviously, they're on to us. He's sniffing real close. If anything tonight appears out of place, I want you to cut bait, get out of there, and walk away. And get rid of this goddamn car!

Memphis: Still looking amazing.
Sway: While you still look like a bible salesman.
Memphis: You're healed.

John Mason: What exactly does this stuff do?
Stanley Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out the entire city of people.
John Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Stanley Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
John Mason: How?
Stanley Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system...

Hello, ladies. I always was a sucker for a redhead.


You call this archaeology?

Professor Henry Jones

Captain Frye: You changed the coordinates, didn't you, General?
General Hummel: That's affirmative, Captain.
Sergeant Crisp: So now they think we're gutless, the feds? They think we won't actually do it?
Captain Frye: They're going to come at us with everything they got. Air and sea. They're going to bomb our ass back to the Stone Age.
Major Tom Baxter: They don't know we missed on purpose.
Captain Frye: Great. We're not gutless, we're incompetent.

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